((Author's Notes: I decided to write a plotted fanfic. I mean, how many are
there really that I write? Thank goodness, a non-JAT though. And complete
Kurt/Lance/Kitty love triangles. Gotta love those. Shall I explain the
plot? Nein. I think I'll just let you read and figure it out yourself. Can
you guess who gets the girl? Oh, and to compromise, if you read and reveiw
my story, I'll do the same for you. I'm a nice little furry elf, aren't
I?))
((Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or the X-Men. But I do own all this cool stuff I got for Christmas. And a Merry one to all!))
((Author's Note (Again!): I'm so sorry it took so long on this chapter. Its just that I was barely here to type my story. But now, here's the chapter. This one is more centered around the Brotherhood itself. As a matter of fact, I don't even think I wrote Kitty or Kurt in here! But thats okay. This will put forth more of a storyline. Here ya go!))
Bayville High Drama Club Presents... "Romeo & Juliet"
by N I G H T C R A W L E R
"Ugh." The alarm clock read 7:25. He still had five minutes to sleep, but he rose, and scratched the back of his head. The floor was covered in his clothes, and other disaccorded objects. He stood and walked to the bathroom, and ran his toothbrush under the ever-running water. He popped it in his mouth.
Friday Morning for Lance Alvers.
He pushed his hair off his forehead as he blindly scrubbed his teeth. Then there was a knock at the door. "Ugh. One Second." He picked up a pair of jeans, and slid one leg in. There was another pound. "I said hold on!" He tugged on his zipper, hopping towards the door, which only hung half on it's hinges. His toothbrush was still sticking out of his mouth. "I said hold on, damn--"
Too late. The speed demon Pietro had already knocked down the door. Not that it took much effort. "Lanceyour'retakingtoolongtogetreadywhydidyouwakeupsolateweshouldbeatschoola lready. Were you having dreams about Kitty-Kat again?" Pietro's words always seemed to slow when he was trying to make fun of Lance. Lance swore if Pietro wasn't a member of his team, he'd knock him out.
"Thats none of your business," Lance growled as he tossed his bookbag at Quicksilver. "And if you don't get out of my room, I'll rock you."
Pietro chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. ListenToadandBlobarealreadyinthecarwaitingforyousoyou'dbettershakeyourKittyf antasyandgetdownthere, got it?"
Lance nodded. "Yeah, okay. Just get out!" Lance balled his hand into a fist, and the house shook a little. Pietro rolled his eyes, and was out of the room in a flash--literally.
When Lance finally got into the car, Toad was studying the burned design on the back of the seats (from Lance's cigarettes, he presumed) and Blob had dozed off. Only Pietro was missing. Probably ran to school, complaining that Lance drove too slow.
When the car door slammed, it brought Toad to attention. "Yo, Lancey-boy. Pietro ran to school. He said you--"
"Take too long and I'm too slow. I know, I know." He started the ignition, and pulled out into the street. It was a ten minute drive to Bayville High. A ten minute drive to Kitty.
"Jean, look at this one!" Lauren, one of the cheerleaders, held up a dress. "Don't you think this would rule for the part of Juliet."
Jean, who had decided that being the director of the play would be the best thing for her (she was organized and very experienced at the thing), nodded. "I think that will work great for the masquerade scene. It looks like a party dress. But for the orchid scene, we need something a little more low key."
Lauren nodded, and rushed off to the costume room. They had no idea who would be acting in the play, but they had already started working on costumes and sets.
Jason walked up to Jean, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Jean. How is everything going?" Jean turned, startled, and then smiled.
"Everything is.." Her voice trailed off as she heard a set crashing in the background. "Great." Jason chuckled.
"I'm sure. Listen, Jean. I think I may have found you a stage director."
Jean's heart jumped at the words. "Really?! Oh, Jason, thank you. We really need the extra help around here."
Jason nodded. "No problem. Let me get her." He turned, and walked around the corner. "Marie! Come on down here!"
Jean tilted her head to the side. I don't remember any Maries in this school. None except..
Jean's suspicions rang true when around the corner came Rogue. She looked pretty confident, until she caught eyes with Jean. "Rogue?"
"She's tha stage director?" She looked to Jason, who nodded incoherently. "Ah'm sorry, Jason. Ah can't.."
"Hey, Marie. I'm Jean. Jean Grey." Jean extended a hand, pretending as if she didn't know Rogue at all.
Rogue sighed and shook Jean's hand. "Please, call me Rogue."
"Rouge it is then," Jean smiled, and looked to Jason. "Thanks Jason. Now if you excuse us, we have a lot of stuff to do."
Jason nodded. "I'll leave you to it. Bye, girls."
"Bye, Jason."
Lance tapped his pencil impatiently on his desk, while the teacher rambled about whatever subject he was in now. It didn't really matter to him that he was probably failing every single class he was taking, but that was because the more time he had to stay in school, the longer he would have with Kitty.
Suddenly there was a rap on his desk, and her glanced up. The teacher was before him. She'd slapped his desk hard with her meter stick. "If you don't mind, Mr. Alvers, I was wondering if you could play attention in my class?" She walked away, continuing her lecture.
Lance did mind, and he laid his head down on his desk. He'd missed a lot of sleep this morning. Maybe he could catch a few minutes of...
RING!
Usually Lance's life was saved by the bell, but now, the wretched ring was stealing precious sleeping time from him. He hated the weekdays.
Around lunchtime Lance met the rest of the Brotherhood near the lockers, where Todd was scribbling on a poster for the school drama club play. "I hate these school functions, yo."
Lance grabbed the frog-like one by the arm and moved him aside. "Don't do that, okay?"
Todd chuckled when he bounced off of Fred's stomach. "What? Has little Lancey-boy gotten soft about school functions or what?" He rubbed his arm where Lance had grabbed him. They were always so rough.
"NotatallToad. It seems that our Lancey-poo here wants to be IN that play." Pietro chimed in enthusiatically to Todd's purpose. "It seems that Kitty- kat has already scored the role of Juliet, and Lance wants to star beside her as Romeo."
Fred's laughter seemed to make the whole hall rumble. "You mean he wants to be a man in tights? And steal from the rich? And give it to the poor?
A voice was heard from around the corner. Familiarity. "Thats Robin Hood, ya fat ass retard." The comment had been added by Rogue. She was coming around the corner from the cafeteria to get something from her locker when she'd noticed the Brotherhood talking about the play. "And ya know that Kurt's gonna get tha part, don'tcha?"
Lance took a step forward, his eyebrow furrowed. "And how is that?"
"Because ah'm the stage director of tha play, and Jean is tha director. The only chance ya'd have to get the part is if ya suddenly became friends with Jason." Rogue lifted her hand to spin the dial on her locker. She'd long liked Jason, ever since he'd starred as Dracula, but it was a shortlived, onesided romance. Kitty, as usual, had stolen the spotlight. But Jean had done it many a time, too. One more reason to hate the red headed bimbo, Rogue figured.
Now Lance looked angrier than before at Rogue. His fists were both at his side, and soon enough there would be more pressure put forth, and the floor would begin to rumble.
"See? Now there is no reason to try out anyway, right?" Toad peered from behind Lance, who was still staring in anger.
Lance straightened his posture, and shook his head. "Oh no. Thats all the more reason. I know I can get the part." Rogue turned away, shaking her head. She knew there was no way he'd get it. "Its all the more reason to try out, Rogue! I better for the part than that fuzzball! You'll see! Its all the more reason."
((Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or the X-Men. But I do own all this cool stuff I got for Christmas. And a Merry one to all!))
((Author's Note (Again!): I'm so sorry it took so long on this chapter. Its just that I was barely here to type my story. But now, here's the chapter. This one is more centered around the Brotherhood itself. As a matter of fact, I don't even think I wrote Kitty or Kurt in here! But thats okay. This will put forth more of a storyline. Here ya go!))
Bayville High Drama Club Presents... "Romeo & Juliet"
by N I G H T C R A W L E R
"Ugh." The alarm clock read 7:25. He still had five minutes to sleep, but he rose, and scratched the back of his head. The floor was covered in his clothes, and other disaccorded objects. He stood and walked to the bathroom, and ran his toothbrush under the ever-running water. He popped it in his mouth.
Friday Morning for Lance Alvers.
He pushed his hair off his forehead as he blindly scrubbed his teeth. Then there was a knock at the door. "Ugh. One Second." He picked up a pair of jeans, and slid one leg in. There was another pound. "I said hold on!" He tugged on his zipper, hopping towards the door, which only hung half on it's hinges. His toothbrush was still sticking out of his mouth. "I said hold on, damn--"
Too late. The speed demon Pietro had already knocked down the door. Not that it took much effort. "Lanceyour'retakingtoolongtogetreadywhydidyouwakeupsolateweshouldbeatschoola lready. Were you having dreams about Kitty-Kat again?" Pietro's words always seemed to slow when he was trying to make fun of Lance. Lance swore if Pietro wasn't a member of his team, he'd knock him out.
"Thats none of your business," Lance growled as he tossed his bookbag at Quicksilver. "And if you don't get out of my room, I'll rock you."
Pietro chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. ListenToadandBlobarealreadyinthecarwaitingforyousoyou'dbettershakeyourKittyf antasyandgetdownthere, got it?"
Lance nodded. "Yeah, okay. Just get out!" Lance balled his hand into a fist, and the house shook a little. Pietro rolled his eyes, and was out of the room in a flash--literally.
When Lance finally got into the car, Toad was studying the burned design on the back of the seats (from Lance's cigarettes, he presumed) and Blob had dozed off. Only Pietro was missing. Probably ran to school, complaining that Lance drove too slow.
When the car door slammed, it brought Toad to attention. "Yo, Lancey-boy. Pietro ran to school. He said you--"
"Take too long and I'm too slow. I know, I know." He started the ignition, and pulled out into the street. It was a ten minute drive to Bayville High. A ten minute drive to Kitty.
"Jean, look at this one!" Lauren, one of the cheerleaders, held up a dress. "Don't you think this would rule for the part of Juliet."
Jean, who had decided that being the director of the play would be the best thing for her (she was organized and very experienced at the thing), nodded. "I think that will work great for the masquerade scene. It looks like a party dress. But for the orchid scene, we need something a little more low key."
Lauren nodded, and rushed off to the costume room. They had no idea who would be acting in the play, but they had already started working on costumes and sets.
Jason walked up to Jean, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Jean. How is everything going?" Jean turned, startled, and then smiled.
"Everything is.." Her voice trailed off as she heard a set crashing in the background. "Great." Jason chuckled.
"I'm sure. Listen, Jean. I think I may have found you a stage director."
Jean's heart jumped at the words. "Really?! Oh, Jason, thank you. We really need the extra help around here."
Jason nodded. "No problem. Let me get her." He turned, and walked around the corner. "Marie! Come on down here!"
Jean tilted her head to the side. I don't remember any Maries in this school. None except..
Jean's suspicions rang true when around the corner came Rogue. She looked pretty confident, until she caught eyes with Jean. "Rogue?"
"She's tha stage director?" She looked to Jason, who nodded incoherently. "Ah'm sorry, Jason. Ah can't.."
"Hey, Marie. I'm Jean. Jean Grey." Jean extended a hand, pretending as if she didn't know Rogue at all.
Rogue sighed and shook Jean's hand. "Please, call me Rogue."
"Rouge it is then," Jean smiled, and looked to Jason. "Thanks Jason. Now if you excuse us, we have a lot of stuff to do."
Jason nodded. "I'll leave you to it. Bye, girls."
"Bye, Jason."
Lance tapped his pencil impatiently on his desk, while the teacher rambled about whatever subject he was in now. It didn't really matter to him that he was probably failing every single class he was taking, but that was because the more time he had to stay in school, the longer he would have with Kitty.
Suddenly there was a rap on his desk, and her glanced up. The teacher was before him. She'd slapped his desk hard with her meter stick. "If you don't mind, Mr. Alvers, I was wondering if you could play attention in my class?" She walked away, continuing her lecture.
Lance did mind, and he laid his head down on his desk. He'd missed a lot of sleep this morning. Maybe he could catch a few minutes of...
RING!
Usually Lance's life was saved by the bell, but now, the wretched ring was stealing precious sleeping time from him. He hated the weekdays.
Around lunchtime Lance met the rest of the Brotherhood near the lockers, where Todd was scribbling on a poster for the school drama club play. "I hate these school functions, yo."
Lance grabbed the frog-like one by the arm and moved him aside. "Don't do that, okay?"
Todd chuckled when he bounced off of Fred's stomach. "What? Has little Lancey-boy gotten soft about school functions or what?" He rubbed his arm where Lance had grabbed him. They were always so rough.
"NotatallToad. It seems that our Lancey-poo here wants to be IN that play." Pietro chimed in enthusiatically to Todd's purpose. "It seems that Kitty- kat has already scored the role of Juliet, and Lance wants to star beside her as Romeo."
Fred's laughter seemed to make the whole hall rumble. "You mean he wants to be a man in tights? And steal from the rich? And give it to the poor?
A voice was heard from around the corner. Familiarity. "Thats Robin Hood, ya fat ass retard." The comment had been added by Rogue. She was coming around the corner from the cafeteria to get something from her locker when she'd noticed the Brotherhood talking about the play. "And ya know that Kurt's gonna get tha part, don'tcha?"
Lance took a step forward, his eyebrow furrowed. "And how is that?"
"Because ah'm the stage director of tha play, and Jean is tha director. The only chance ya'd have to get the part is if ya suddenly became friends with Jason." Rogue lifted her hand to spin the dial on her locker. She'd long liked Jason, ever since he'd starred as Dracula, but it was a shortlived, onesided romance. Kitty, as usual, had stolen the spotlight. But Jean had done it many a time, too. One more reason to hate the red headed bimbo, Rogue figured.
Now Lance looked angrier than before at Rogue. His fists were both at his side, and soon enough there would be more pressure put forth, and the floor would begin to rumble.
"See? Now there is no reason to try out anyway, right?" Toad peered from behind Lance, who was still staring in anger.
Lance straightened his posture, and shook his head. "Oh no. Thats all the more reason. I know I can get the part." Rogue turned away, shaking her head. She knew there was no way he'd get it. "Its all the more reason to try out, Rogue! I better for the part than that fuzzball! You'll see! Its all the more reason."